We all have free will here, right? I can’t tell you how to feel about something, nor would I even try. I can only say how I feel. And I have to be brutally honest, I cannot look at Bruno Guimaraes and feel hate - I just don’t have it in me. It’s just not there.
And, in the interests of absolute honesty here, I’ve been telling that to everyone who’d listen, even before witnessing him tear Sunderland to bits on Saturday night.
I’ve not gone soft. I love a good hate. In a perverse way - we all know this feeling - there’s a joy in hate. Too much can eat you up, yes, but just the right amount - it can be, err, quite nice. But with me, and Bruno, it’s not the same.